Excellent composition of morning mist

In our daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition. Composition is a transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that we can understand to an external language form with a standardized grammatical structure that can be understood by others. What is the composition you have seen? The following is the excellent composition of the morning mist that I helped you sort out. Welcome to share.

Morning fog excellent composition 1 White morning fog covers the earth and covers everything. ...

Jungle fog

The dense jungle is covered with a thin mist, just like a fairyland. It's all green around, but it's not true, because it's covered with gauze. Wet fog sets off green, which is very fresh. ...

The fog of the jungle, with a happy mood, began a refreshing day.

Fog of the city

In the morning of the city, milky white fog hangs over the whole world. You can vaguely see those tall buildings. Surrounded by dense fog, those tall buildings seem to stretch out into the sky. In a dense fog, several girls in high heels walked into a tall building to meet them. This is a busy day.

The fog in the city is thick and milky, which means busy work. Fog makes you breathless, and so does work.

Fog in the garden

"Pa", a drop of crystal clear dew rolled down from the petals, what kind of fog it was! Thin, almost disappeared, the flowers in the garden put on beautiful dresses, decorated like pearls with wet fog, gorgeous and beautiful.

The fog in the garden symbolizes a gorgeous, beautiful, relaxed and happy day, starting with the morning fog.

The fog in the jungle represents a fresh life, the fog in the city represents a busy life, and the fog in the garden just represents a relaxing day.

Fog in different places represents different lifestyles, fresh, busy and relaxed. ...

I open my sleepy eyes in the morning and want to look out of the window. Huh? What is that? As white as snow, as white as a flaw. Mom told me it was morning fog.

The morning mist enveloped the whole earth, like a naughty child. Play hide-and-seek with grass; Talk to Xiaohua. Those young trees, the rain can't hit, the wind can't blow, only the morning fog. Morning fog, it surrounds all the small trees, and then joins in the fun on the small trees. At this time, there are many small water droplets on the small tree, which moisten them and make them grow into a strong and lush tree.

Not far from those tall buildings, buildings, street lamps, etc. People can only see part of it vaguely.

I walked on the path, and the morning fog around me was like white clouds, lively and lovely, which made people like it. It's like walking in heaven, walking towards the beautiful and noble heavenly palace. At this time, I can't help but stretch out a pair of small hands and gently touch these lovely morning mist. I reached out my hand again, grasped it tightly and held it in my hand. However, those morning fogs are like naughty children. When I reached out to see them, they had already left. I don't want to say goodbye to them.

I love morning mist because it gives me happiness and rich imagination.

Early in the morning, I came to the window. The morning mist kissed the earth and the river, and covered the willow and peach trees by the river with gauze. Everything in sight is shrouded in a misty veil.

Fog permeates the garden, dancing like ribbons and winding among colorful flowers and green trees. At this time, the whole garden is like a fairyland. Let me be a fairy, and I am delighted to walk to the antique pavilion in the garden. Fog, touching my cheek quietly and gently, is cool. The milky fog is like a fairy dancing, like a white silk scarf dancing, like dandelion seeds dancing. ...

Standing on the pavilion, looking into the distance, the fog first flows in wisps, then becomes a ball and becomes thicker and thicker. She rolled gently and blocked the river, as if to swallow everything up. The distant mountains are immersed in milky fog. The wind blows, running with fog, and the fog scatters, gathers, rises slowly and rolls forward, like a naughty child and a magical magician. Its unpredictable posture, I am afraid that even the most talented painter can't draw it.

The sun came out and the fog slowly dispersed. The sun gently covered with mist, like a shy girl, covered her beautiful face with a veil.

As poetry, as song, as dream, as illusory fog!

In the morning, I woke up from my dream and went to the window. What I see is a foggy world. The fog lingers like a veil, like a fairy. The sun has been conquered by the morning fog, giving people an ethereal feeling.

Everything in the fog is hazy. Under the fog, the school has been shrouded. Students playing football on the playground are like soldiers in white armor fighting the enemy. On the rostrum, the bright five-star red flag is even more dazzling under the fog. I seem to see revolutionary soldiers fighting bloody battles. Bathed in the fog, some people are running, some are exercising and some are chatting in the park. Suddenly, a group of birds shuttled through the morning fog, playing like elves in the fog; Bathed in the fog, the fishermen by the lake have set sail and started fishing. This picture is like a poet watching the scenery on a boat.

I watched the morning mist quietly, and the more I watched it, the more fascinated I became. The morning mist is changing before my eyes. Suddenly I saw a willow tree, ah! Isn't this the tree that the Monkey King turned around? In a trance, I saw another big apple. Isn't this the green apple that the witch gave Snow White?

The morning mist gradually dispersed and the sun came out. It broke away from the veil hanging on the body and shone on the earth again. Everything is in the sun, flashing charming posture.

Ah! I love this ever-changing morning mist.

Open your eyes and look out the window. It is white, but it is foggy.

Pushing open the door, the sky was shrouded in a thick fog, falling slowly like a parachute, and covering the whole world like a huge piece of cloth. I couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest, and I couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth. Walking on the road, slow-moving cars are looming and become small black spots, only two flashlights are particularly dazzling. On weekdays, the tall and majestic pagoda is also blocked by fog, revealing only a thin figure. I think this fog is like cotton candy. Open your mouth and take a deep breath. It's sweet and very cool. I couldn't help jumping at it with open arms, but the fog dispersed. What happened? It turned out that it avoided me. Really naughty.

I suddenly sighed that the rain was accompanied by thunder and lightning, the snow was lingering in the wind, and the fog was lonely and unaccompanied. It came into this world gently, and then left gently, no one cared, no one asked.

Walking in the picturesque fog, I found that a plain white can be so colorful and the noisy world can be so quiet. Fog blinds people's eyes like a magician, so that you can't tell the truth from the false.

Gradually, the sun emerged from the western hills, and the fog was driven away by the wind mother-in-law, and the whole world was suddenly enlightened. People face a brand-new day with smiles.

The shining stars, the bright moon, the silky drizzle, the boundless snow and the warm sunshine are all loved by the audience, while I only like the misty morning fog.

In the morning, many people are still sleeping, but I rub my sleepy eyes and get up early. Everything was in good order. When I walked to the window and pushed it away, I saw a large piece of morning fog in the sky, just like a painting, giving people a mysterious feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain". The tall and majestic mountains in the distance look green and swaying in the morning fog; The crystal dew on the flowers and trees downstairs is a masterpiece of nature. The breeze blew and the trees danced. If you stand under a big tree, dewdrops fall from the sky like pearls! Crossing the lawn, the vague outline of scattered pedestrians and vehicles on the road seems to be in a dreamland, but it is not very real in the haze and disappears into the fog bit by bit.

As time goes on, the fog gradually fades away, and nature seems to be covered with a thin layer of white gauze. Looking at the other side of the mountain from a distance, some branches of trees are gradually exposed there, with a faint frost, which doesn't feel like a clean white gouache. This incident brought several birds from other places to stand on the branches, adding different colors to this poetic painting, which made people appreciate it.

This morning mist reminds people of the famous Temple of Heaven in The Journey to the West. Those trees seem to be the flat peach garden of the queen mother; The wide road is like the Rainbow Bridge in the Heavenly Palace ... The morning fog covered the scenery of the balcony and attracted several pedestrians. Isn't it a unique charm to get up early in the morning, have a cup of light green tea and watch the ever-changing morning fog?

When the temperature drops in autumn and winter, the fog will come quietly to us. In the morning, when I pushed home, I saw a foggy world. Everything in the fog is hazy. High-rise buildings are looming under the fog, becoming a mirage, as if entering a paradise. Fog is floating around. I walk on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. It passed by me, and suddenly I felt like I was walking on cloud. In the foggy streets, people are close at hand, but they only hear the sound and disappear.

Walking in this transpiration fog is like being in a fairyland. There was a whistle in the distance, and I saw two red halos flashing in the fog before I knew the car was coming. The dense fog not only covered the distant mountains, but also covered the nearby things. The flowers and trees on the roadside quietly bowed their heads and drowned in this milky fog. Looking from a distance, I vaguely saw a long queue of buses and cars on the road, ready to move there. The bridge seems to be supported by fog. There are several boats sailing under the bridge, like several duckweeds swaying in the fog to see if they are floating in the water.

The fog drifted with the wind, rushing to heaven and earth, covering the whole world. In the early morning, the wind was cold and foggy, and the whole day seemed to have been washed by milk.

Early in the morning, my car was driving on a narrow mountain road, and the window was covered with a thin veil, which was as beautiful as a spell. The castle peak outside the window has lost its green vitality, like an old fairy who has lived for many years. Look at his long and dense beard! Every pure white beard seems to tell us his story: he has many troubles and thousands of troubles. ...

The waterfall flowed down from the head of the old fairy. At first glance, you may think it is just a silver wire. But if you look closely, you may say, "Ah! What a big white dragon! Unfortunately, there is no dragon ball, otherwise dragons can play! Really as beautiful as a painting! "

From a distance, there are several little red dot, looming, what is that? Oh, it turned out to be several ancient temples! But their colors are not so gorgeous. The fog makes them a little less exquisite, but they are also beautiful in white and red.

At this moment, two big birds flew out. Against this veil, these two big birds become as beautiful and mysterious as Bai Fenghuang.

The fog became thicker and upgraded from tulle to silk. This fog is the thick silk left by the weaver girl. What about us? Of course, it is the jewelry she left on earth!

Soon, the fog cleared away, but her beauty still reflected in my heart.

Morning fog excellent composition 9 In the morning, I opened the window with my dim eyes and looked: Wow! It's foggy! It's foggy and boundless outside. I went out and walked on the road, enjoying the white fog.

Flowers and trees nearby; The small house in the distance looms in the fog. The sunshine is not dazzling at all, only a vague and round shadow can be seen. I felt a pedestrian coming towards me because I heard intermittent footsteps. Only when I get close to them can I see their faces; And before I could see them clearly, they had already walked into the fog, as if they were in a fairyland. In a trance, I also feel that I am roaming in a fairyland.

There is a veil of mist floating in front of my eyes, as if one grain after another. It is a bit like smoke and a bit like dust. I reached out and grabbed it. Wow! Got it! When I slowly opened my palm, they had slipped through my fingers! They are everywhere in the air, which puzzles me.

It seems that an ingenious makeup artist wants to dye thousands of my black hair white. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it quietly. When I opened my eyes again, I only felt a little moist and coolness gently brushing my cheeks, which was very comfortable.

After a while, the fog became thinner. Mother earth took off her thick pajamas and put on her light spring clothes: the tender green branches and leaves have revealed their graceful posture, the soft sunshine has spilled down, the river is sparkling ... an elegant and hazy ink painting is displayed before my eyes.

I was intoxicated in the fog, and I was filled with emotion. Sun, the great "painter" painted a few more strokes, and in an instant, I was in a fresh and bright world.

Morning fog excellent composition 10 When the earth is still sleeping in silence, the angel of dreams-fog comes quietly.

With the rustling of leaves, the little wizard's coat wrapped around the world, and the tall buildings in the distance slowly disappeared into people's sight, becoming a vast expanse of whiteness, and the flowers and plants beside him were blurred. I feel like I'm in the sky, white clouds are spinning, the fog is thick, and everything around me is blurred. ...

Fog is like a fairy in tulle, waving a wand. The fog, slowly, faded a little, and the surrounding scenery became hazy and retreated in all directions. The sun, like a naughty child, just wants to show half its head. The sun shines on people's faces through the fog. At this time, it changes rapidly, sometimes like a goddess mending the sky, sometimes like Wukong making a scene in the sky, sometimes like the Yellow River rushing into the sea, and sometimes like the sea of clouds in Huangshan ... What a beautiful scenery! What a strange sight! I was shocked, and everyone stopped to stare. ...

It, quietly disappeared again, probably playing hide-and-seek with me! I shouted in my heart: Xia Zixian, where have you been? You won't run away after playing enough, will you? At this time, the sun shone on people's faces completely, and passers-by hurried on. I'm still addicted to what I just saw. The morning mist is really unspeakable!

People say it's not good to have fog. They want to live in an environment without fog, but I'm completely different. ...

I love fog, and I love its ethereal elegance! Love its exquisite beauty! Love its dream mystery more!

Morning mist excellent composition 1 1 In the morning, I woke up from my sleep and opened the window, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Everything is shrouded in milky fog, and there is a dense fog between heaven and earth. It can be said that "the water mist rises from one side and the autumn wind forest falls on both sides".

The morning mist is so white and pure that there is no noise. I walked out of the house with my schoolbag on my back, and a thick fog came and I took a deep breath. It is cool, soft and humid, and has a faint fragrance. I looked at everything in front of me, just like walking in the paradise of Journey to the West. Occasionally, there are a few high-pitched birds singing. I only heard them, but I couldn't see them. It is playing hide-and-seek with me. On weekdays, cars never turn on the lights during the day. Today, all the cars on the road are on, and the speed is as slow as a snail. The small house in the distance vaguely shows a little outline, such as a mirage, and like a dragon walking around, with hazy shadows looming. Is that the flat peach garden of the Queen Mother? There seems to be a fairy picking peaches in the oratorio, singing like fog, delicate and graceful, as if there were nothing.

Gradually, the sun came out, the fog faded, like flowing transparent body, and the earth took off its coat and put on gauze, all of which constituted a quiet and refined, fresh and elegant gouache painting. "When the wind comes to smell Susu, things will see gray." It is sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. It must be sunny today. You smile in front of my eyes, moisten things quietly, welcome early risers and bring people good expectations.

White and flawless morning mist, you are a poem, a painting, a dream, a faint cup of milk tea in early winter, and a pure poet in my heart. ...

Morning fog excellent composition 12 morning fog dawn, as soon as I walked out of the house, a fresh and cool air penetrated into my heart. Oh, it's fog

These fogs have many shapes. Some are like chickens, some are like crouching tigers, some are like lions ... I often wonder if these foggy chickens are barking. Is Crouching Tiger sleeping?

After a while, I want to take a walk in the park. The flowers and plants on the roadside are hidden from time to time, which is obviously dark and hazy. Take a breath of cold silk and a little mint; Feel it. It looks like the same layer of gauze. I feel like I'm living in a foggy world, a bit like I just walked from heaven to a colorful world. At the same time, it also makes me feel relaxed and feel high.

After a while, the fog slowly dispersed. Some are like hills, some are like meteorites, and some are like large grasslands ... I took out colored lights from my pocket and shone on them. Give a green light to the hills and meteorites, and the hills will become green hills with green trees, and there will be some moss on the meteorites. In the yellow light on the "grass" and "leaves", the grass turned into golden wheat seedlings and cried by itself, a bit like the feeling of autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

Time slips away quietly, and the fog slowly drifts away with the wind. How I wanted to keep it, but it went with the wind.

Morning fog excellent composition 13 quietly, quietly, a heavy fog enveloped the earth when people were sleeping.

Early in the morning, I opened the window. Ah! What a heavy fog! The morning mist covers the whole earth like a quilt, and there is a feeling of "not knowing the true face of Lushan Mountain". Fog is like a naughty doll, playing hide-and-seek with people!

Look! Trees on the roadside are looming in the fog. You can also vaguely see some birds on the trunk. I don't know if it's because of the fog. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the songs of birds are clearer and brighter.

The house opposite seems to be "floating" in the sky, like a fairy pavilion.

I walked out of the door and into the foggy sea. Walking, I seem to have turned into a fog, swimming freely in this ocean. Hello, Ye Zi! Do you want me to add you a new dress? Hello, free bird, do you want me to dance with you? hello ...

I reached out to catch the fog. Hey! Got it! But when I opened my palm, the fog had escaped. It slipped from my fingertips, flew to my face, clothes and even penetrated into my heart.

I run on the path in the field. Tired of running, I took a nap under the big tree and felt the humidity of the fog.

Suddenly, a ray of sunshine hit my face, hey! The fog went away quietly, just as it came quietly. It waved gently, without taking away a cloud.

I am the daughter of God. My father often says that I am as pure as jade, and he always dotes on me. When I was tired of playing in the sky, I ran down alone to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the earth.

I walked around the top of the mountain and saw some diligent people exercising. "Hi, hello!" I shouted in my mind. I really want to say hello to them, but unfortunately I can never pour out my full words to people.

I think staying at the top of the mountain may block their prospects. They managed to climb to the top of the mountain. What a disappointing thing it should be, but they can't overlook it because of my existence. So, I quietly mentioned the white skirt and flew to the mountainside. ...

The scenery on the mountainside is so beautiful that I was deeply attracted by the scenery here as soon as I fell down. Colorful plants make up a colorful picture: apricot blossom, peach blossom, pear blossom ... and those unknown wild flowers bloom for the second time, red as fire, pink as chardonnay and white as snow; Pine trees are green, willows are charming, poplars are tall and straight, and jujube trees are clustered ... What kind of hands does Mother Nature have? I can weave such a beautiful and moving picture. I love everything here. I held everything in my arms and stroked and teased happily. ...

I was tired of playing on the mountainside and ran to the road. But I wonder if my appearance will hinder the traffic. I heard someone exclaim on the road and someone cheer: "What a beautiful fog!" "Fog? Are you calling me fog? But I am willing to accept the names people give me. It's beautiful and can give people an ethereal and hazy feeling.

Inadvertently, out of the corner of my eye, I caught my sister Sun dressed behind me. Suddenly, the sword-like sunshine pierced my weak body. I think I should go home. As soon as I turned around, I quietly merged into the hopeful dawn. ...

Morning mist excellent composition 15 ushered in a brand-new morning with a crisp alarm. I want to open the window to get some air, but what appears in front of me is a vast expanse of whiteness: the sky is gloomy, not as blue as usual; The sun doesn't seem to shine as usual; Hey, why is the building opposite missing? It turned out that all this was shrouded in thick fog.

On the way to school, I passed the garden of the community, and my grandparents who usually exercised here disappeared, probably because of the dense fog. The grass is greener, the flowers are brighter, and a drop of dew flows on it, which is full of vitality and a little more color than before. ...

On the wide road, cars, motorcycles and trucks all drive slowly, probably for safety reasons. The car turns on the lights as at night. From a distance, it looks like a row of people walking down the street with lanterns. ...

When we walked into the classroom, the students talked about the dense fog in the morning ... I think the fog is so amazing that it makes us feel like we are in a fairyland. On the playground, I only heard the students playing, but they all disappeared, like playing hide and seek. The thick fog makes the students feel like walking in the clouds.

It's almost noon, and the fog in the sky gradually recedes. A gust of wind blew and the fog dispersed with the wind. Finally, the first ray of sunshine penetrated the confused fog. Like water droplets, the fog evaporated under the sunlight, and the air became very fresh. This kind of fog is refreshing and extremely comfortable.